Gmail is an amazing thing.
I love it -- I filter all my e-mail through my account there -- college alumni addresses, whatever.
But sometimes it scares me.
I made a throwaway reference to it being time for me to have lunch "on a lovely Sunday afternoon" in an e-mail to a friend (I'd already peppered her with short missives on a given topic that day, and was thus promising that I was done filling her inbox), and what did Google present me with?
This:
Aie!!!
It knows what I'm up to...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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